It was approaching 12:30 am, cruising at a slightly illegal 70 mph; top 40 country was blaring in the mini-van. Don Chaney was on his way home from a weeklong business trip to southern California. He was about 80 miles from home, about 2 hours left to drive until he reached his north coast home.
"What the hell?" Don could see up ahead on the right shoulder of the sparsely traveled Hwy. 128, a vehicle on it's roof, the wheels still spinning. Don came to a screeching halt about 100 yards past the overturned vehicle. Don backed his van to within a few feet of the wreck. Jumping out of the van, Don hurriedly walked to the dark blue Ford Taurus. Looking inside the passenger window Don could see a female still in her seat belt in the driver's seat. No other persons could be seen in the vehicle. Don opened the door and called out to the woman.
"Are you all right, can you hear me," he yelled. There was no response. Don was torn between taking the time to go back his van and retrieve his cell phone or providing first aid. Don chose the latter. Unlatching the seatbelt the woman slumped into Dons arms. Don tried to hold the woman's head still while maneuvering her out the door. Once on the roadway Don could see the woman completely. There were no obvious signs of serious injury.
There was a small amount of dried blood around the right nostril and there appeared to be a pretty good size bump and bruise around the right eye. Don put his ear to the womanize chest, he heard a normal heartbeat. Don was feeling a little more confident that there was not a life threatening injury. Don scrutinized the woman closer now. The woman was very attractive, Don thought, about 25 years old, olive colored skin and shoulder length black hair. Don observed that the woman was wearing a white button up blouse and a medium length dark skirt. The woman's shoes were missing and Don could see her nylon covered feet.
"Oh god what's happening," Don thought to himself. Don was getting very aroused looking at this beautiful helpless woman. Dons' hand found it's way to the woman's chest. "I'll just check for a heartbeat again," he told himself. His hand cupped the woman's small but firm breast. The woman stirred a little and Don quickly removed his hand. The woman's eyes opened for a few seconds and then closed again. Don straightened up and walked back over to her car. Looking inside, Don located the woman's purse. Rummaging inside Don found a wallet. Don observed a California driver's license in the window of the wallet. Theresa Pagnani, from Ventura, Calif, born 1975. Don took the purse and walked to his van with it and laid it on the floorboard.
Walking back to the woman Don thought to himself " THIS IS NUTS, I'm not really doing this"! Don reached under the woman's shoulders and began dragging her to the passenger side of his van. Don managed to get her situated in the seat. Looking around one more time, Don got in the van. Don started the van and pulled onto the Highway. About 10 yards ahead Don observed three deer standing on the shoulder of the road. Don surmised that the woman swerved to avoid the deer and lost control of her vehicle. "What the hell am I doing" Don asked himself. " Well, I could be taking her for medical treatment or to the local Law Enforcement Agency," Don knew
better. Looking over at the woman Dons mind began to wander again. He reached over and pulled the woman towards him, her head resting on his lap. Don found his hand unbuttoning her blouse. Keeping his eyes on the road and driving slowly, Don cupped one of the small, bra clad breasts. He could feel the nipple protruding through the silky undergarment. Don rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger. It appeared to harden under his touch. Don shifted the woman's head in his lap; his engorged cock was becoming uncomfortable.
Feeling bolder Don lifted the bra up and over the small mound. "She is gorgeous," Don thought while sneaking glances at her little, firm titty. His horniness was really overcoming him now. Don removed his hand from the little titty and reached for the bottom of her skirt. His hand began to push the skirt up from the bottom. He could feel the warmth of her thighs, warmer the higher he went. "She's wearing pantyhose," he thought as he reached her crotch. Pantyhose had always been a turn on to Don; there was something very sexy about a nylon-covered butt and pussy. Don cupped the woman's pussy with his hand.
"What's this?" Her pantyhose was all wet. Hmmmm....Don thought, her bladder must have let go during the accident. Even in the wet her pussy felt very warm. "I wonder if she's wearing panties," he asked himself and his hand went for the waistband of the pantyhose. Don worked his hand under the pantyhose and immediately felt the hairiest pussy he had ever felt. Nope, no panties!
Don felt for her pussy lips through the hairy mat. Her pussy felt as small as her little titties. Don managed to get a finger into her little hole." Man is she tight" he thought. She was also very wet. Don wondered if it was pussy juice or pee? After rubbing her little hole for a few moments, he removed his hand from her crotch and stuck his finger under his nose. He couldn't tell whether which was the strongest, but it sure smelled sweet to him.
"So what am I going to do now," Don thought to himself. A half an hour had gone by and the woman just seemed as if she was in a deep sleep. Every now and then some little noises came from her mouth as if she was waking up. Don thought of the little motel that was a few miles up ahead. The motel had small independent cottages and were situated a long distance from the Managers office.
This time of year there was very little tourist travel. Don eased the Van up the long dirt road driveway. After waking up the managers Don got a key and bought a small bundle of firewood. Fireplaces were the cottages sole source of heat. Don parked the van with the passenger door facing the cottage. Unlocking the door, Don went inside and turned on the lights. This time Don carried the unconscious woman. He placed her on the queen-size bed. In no time Don had a good size fire going. Turning off all the lights except the bedside lamp, Don looks the woman over again.
She looked like an Italian model. Don picked up the purse he had placed on top of his suitcase. Looking through the purse he found a little silver contraption. It looked like a ring. Oh.... He thought to himself, it's one of those little "therapeutic" vibrators you put on your finger. "Hmmm.... A horny, gorgeous woman on my bed" he thought. This really aroused him. Don walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. As he sat down the woman's eyes flashed open.
"Oh shit," he thought, this is it, I'm busted. The woman looked at Don with a blank look, smiled, and then closed her eyes again. Was she awake? Don shook her lightly and whispered "Theresa are you awake?" There was no response. Don thought it wouldn't be too long before this woman woke up and stayed awake. He had plans and there was no turning back now. Don picked up the cord that had bound the firewood. Don lifted each of her arms overhead and tied them to the headboard of the bed. This made Don even hornier.
He unzipped his pants and released his hard cock. He got on the bed and straddled the woman's chest, his cock pointed at her face. Inching himself closer with cock in hand, he began rubbing it all over her face. " I bet she sucked her share of pricks in her lifetime" he thought to himself. Too bad she wasn't awake to do it now. Don scooted back down to where he was sitting on her hips.
Don unbuttoned the remainder of the woman's blouse and opened each side, exposing what appeared to be a very expensive lace bra. One of her titties was already exposed from his earlier exploration. He unhooked the front clasp of the bra releasing the other tit. "Hmmm.... Maybe a 34 b at best," probably smaller," he thought to himself. There were dark brown circles dead center of each tit, about the size of a quarter. Don touched the nipple of her left breast.
